Our paths are like a boomerang

All I feel is pain now. The Warlord was breathing heavily now, his anger increasing as Deathbelle failed to rise to anything he said. Again, and again, she just stood there. A ghost in the body of his friend. Sirius could feel angry tears rising to the surface, but he pushed them away. “You’re not saying anything to change my mind” he warned her. “Because I don’t believe that for a moment. You are worth it. I still want to protect you, Deathbelle. Even though I’ve failed to do so, so many times in my life.”

“You could belong there. Maybe you should Surely it must be better than this?” he said, still wavering at the threshold of taking away her decision. Still hoping she would make any move, any small gesture that said she had the will to live.


"Sirius"